The crows
Came and complained to me
Of the shots being fired in the dark
Why oh why
They asked of me
Should hunters be allowed in the park?
As for them it was a case of survival
While the men were out on a lark…
Silent and still
I listened to them
And the thought then came to me
When men behaved like savages of old
And on killing fellow-beings did agree
Then how, oh how, could they be expected
To leave the birds scot-free????